End-of-term blues

So it’s officially that time of the term again where everyday I just want to ignore the world and crawl into my bed and watch sappy romance movies and drink hot chocolate. Each time someone asks “oh how are you doing?–you look really tired,” I have to suppress the urges to cry and punch them in the face. I want to pretend that this next week of school isn’t worth about 90-100% of each of my class’ final grades.

Almost every class I  spend a solid 15 minutes deciding whether I want to go or stay home and sleep for more than the four hours that I managed to squeeze in the night before. My diet has turned to shit, and my social life is nearly non-existent; I find it the most rewarding and amazingly social thing to sit and have coffee with someone for 20 minutes. I just have to keep telling myself that winter break will be the most amazing break that I’ve yet experienced, and that I only have to get by the next two weeks with the torture of my final presentations and papers to reach that goal.

I’m only comforted by the thought that the pain I suffer now will soon be gone, I will be able to sleep as much as I desire, my friends who I’ve neglected all term due to business of schedule will see me again, those books that have been piling up on my bedside table begging to be read will be, and I can finally get into the holiday spirit with delicious foods and cheer.

BUT what am I doing here, typing this blog instead of my economics research paper on Quesnay’s theory of value as represented in the Tableau Economique? At least I have this grey and rainy day, Mozart’s requiem in D minor, and this cup of tea to relax and yet inspire me to continue with this overwhelmingly stressful workload for the next two weeks.

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Here’s a blog post I wrote for my other blog, the PSU Chronicles!

PSU Chronicles

If you’re like me, you aren’t old enough to experience the night life of Portland. It seems that everything after-hours requires an ID. So what’s there to do when you’re itching to get out, but you can’t get in to 21+ places? I prefer the following places which have excellent food and foster friendly and relaxing environments.

  • Le Bistro Montage: (301 SE Morrison) located underneath the Morrison Bridge on the east side. Once you enter, it’s hard not to enjoy yourself in the dimly lit room with music blasting and shared community tables. And trust me, if you’re craving mac-n-cheese, this is the place to go. Everything they serve is delicious, and they always give away the most creative to-go packages.
  • The Roxy: (1121 SW Stark) This 24hr joint has basically everything that you’d crave at 2 or 3am, minus alcohol and ice cream. It’s 15 minutes from campus, and…

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Sun&Fun

What a truly fantastic weekend! Every once in a while I’ll have an excellent weekend where I get to fulfill my need for social attention, creativity, adrenaline, and adventure. I began my weekend adventures by meeting a friend who had just returned from France for a year. We met at the Lucky Lab, which allows minors until a certain hour. There were quite a few other dancer friends there as well. The beer there was quite excellent, and I’m sure that with an ID I will return there again. Tragedy struck, however, once we were returning to our cars, and I realized that I had not only left the keys in the ignition, but I had also left the lights on and drained my battery down to about nothing. After a mild freaking-out moment, I came to see how awesome my friends are. Twenty five minutes later, those who are the slightest car savvy had somehow worked their magic to make my car work again, while the rest stood with me on the side lines for moral support.

With that behind me, two others joined me at the Hawthorne food carts, or “Cartopia.” Let me tell you, these food carts have been somewhat of a lifeline for those of us who are not quite old enough to partake of the true Portland night-life scene. They’re open to 3am, or something ridiculous like that, so most of my post-tango adventures usually involve stopping here. While I usually go for the Potato Champion cart, which has the best french fries (and poutine, chili fries, and the most delectable–and personal favorite–satay and raspberry jam combo), I was feeling the crepe cart, Perierra Creperie. I love the crepes, both savory and sweet, as well as their milkshakes. If you’re willing to spend on a food cart what you would at a real dinner, then I would more than recommend this fantastic cart. While I can’t quite ever seem to remember the name, it’s unmistakable with the techno blasting with possibly the most pretentious hipsters in all of Portland calling out names of the customers. I happened to order a crepe with peanut butter, honey, cinnamon, and banana, as well as a honey-lavender milkshake. Both were truly to die for. What I loved in particular about Friday night was the great company that accompanied me to the cart, and the late-night stroll through Ladd’s Addition that followed.

Saturday was filled with a picnic in the middle of beautiful Washington Park. The weather was 80 degrees and completely sunny, which was so pleasing. The perfect amount of people showed up, all bearing delicious home-made dishes that couldn’t taste any better on such a lovely day. We spent the time playing soccer and frisbee, gossiping, and indulging in the sweet concoctions prepared by everyone. Once realizing how sunburned we were, we left the soccer field and hiked up the hill to the Intl. Rose Garden. We meandered through the lovely roses, witnessed a wedding, and kept engaging conversation. I wished it wouldn’t end, but some people have other obligations to fulfill…

That night, an old high-school friend of mine was hosting a Peter-Pan themed costume 20th birthday party. The very closest thing I could muster up last minute was a blue ensemble to attempt to be Wendy, though it was obvious that I hadn’t seen the movie in such a long time. I appreciated the slightly juvenile aspect of dressing up in a childhood Disney character. I had also forgotten why this friend and I used to be so close, and a good time was had by all.

Finally, I woke up this morning slightly late for a coffee date with another RA friend that I just haven’t been able to hang out with recently. I loved that we both had so much to catch up on, and before I knew it, two hours had passed.

I just barely got back from watching Florence & The Machine perform at McMenamin’s Edgefield with my mom and sister. Florence is such a charismatic woman, with all of the usual charm of a British woman. I thoroughly enjoyed watching her perform live. I had never been out to Edgefield to watch a concert before, though overall I’d say it was a positive experience. I had forgotten to wear clothes that were warm, and spent the entire time under my sister’s blanket. It was worth it, though. The food was good, the music pleasing and entertaining, and the company good.

All I can say is: summer, you are wonderful.

Moonlight Milonga

Last night was probably one of the most enjoyable nights that I’ve had at tango in a long while. My friend Dirk’s family owns some land outside of Battleground, WA with horse stables and their own private tango setup. It kind of looks like a large gazebo (without the fancy white trimmings and everything), with a mirror on one of the walls. They had put up Christmas lights around the perimeter of the dance hall to truly give it a more magical feeling.

What I love about this milonga is that the people know before showing up that it will be laid-back, that there is no need for impressing people. It’s really an evening to share with friends. Of course, some regular tango rules apply: cabaceo, line of dance, dancing full tandas, etc. But no one will look and wonder why you are spending more time socializing than dancing.

Towards the end of the night

Last night was particularly enjoyable because of the company. I brought along one of my good friends who I’ve known since we were both in kindergarten together, his girlfriend, a couple of close friends, and then one of their friends who I had never met. Turns out the addition was a perfect compliment to those of us who were already close. I truly love meeting new people and hearing their stories. It just makes life more interesting. It also makes for good dancing.

Dancing with Peter

There is something to be said about dancing outside with the moon shining down upon everyone, especially with the glow of the hanging Christmas lights, a little Pugliese or D’Arienzo wafting through the night air, and the constant soft murmur of people uniting, reuniting, or just meeting for the first time.

Escaping studying

all the cool RAs hanging out with milkshakes

Finals are finally here. You’d think that since this is my 6th time going through this experience that I’d be pro at preparing and acing my finals, without finding a way to express my constant misery every step of the way. Unfortunately, I think that I like to hear myself complain too much to adapt.

Regardless, to break from the studying for the economics final coming up on Tuesday, I accompanied 4 other reslife people to Sharis where we indulged in delicious milkshakes. It’s always a good time: bad food but good company.

Tonight I’m hanging out at SE Grind, which is the BEST place to go when you need someplace to hang out at 2 am. They always have something yummy on the counter or suggested on the menu, but I always stick to the Chai. They have these notebooks that are open for the public to write in, and every time I’m here I can’t help but take a little peak into other people’s lives. It’s interesting to see how some people try really hard to leave some kind of inspirational passage about love or the human condition, and on the next page is some who finds a creative and totally unprecedented way to write “dick.” Tonight Ryan and I are being entertained by a bunch of bros who have 1) obviously never been here before, and 2) don’t realize that they’re obnoxious and completely ignorant conversation is much louder than they think it is…